Bovver walked into his flat, slamming the door hard behind him. It wasn't fair. It wasn't fair at all. Pete died all because of a stupid mistake Bovver made. This fight would have never happened if he would have just went straight home like he was planning on doing instead of going to Tommy Hatcher.
Seems like it was yesterday when I saw your face. You told me how proud you were, but I walked away. If only I knew, what I knew today. I would hold you in my arms; I would take the pain away. Thank you for all you've done, forgive all your mistakes. There's nothing I wouldn't do, to see your face again. Sometimes I want to call you, but I know you won't be there. I'm sorry for blaming you for everything I just couldn't do. And I've hurt myself by hurting you.
Tommy Hatcher he thought with disgust. He was an idiot to ever trust that cunt. Pete died for nothing, for a mistake I made!
Bovver grabs a drink from his fridge. Pete…..
He screams angrily and throws his drink at the wall, watching as it shattered. It was exactly how his heart felt right now. There was nothing left to him. Pete was his rock and the only one who could keep him sane and out of too much trouble. Now he was gone and Bovver couldn't deal with it. He was nothing without Pete.
He walked over to his small desk that held many photos of Pete and him, the best one's in a shiny golden frame that cost a lot of money. Bovver picked it up and stared at it. Pete and he were so happy in that photo. Actually, they were drunk, but still happy.
"God damn it Pete! Why did you have to get Tommy all riled up, I could have taken him on!" He screamed, throwing the frame down and pushing everything off his desk. He then grabbed his head as if it hurt and slid down to the ground.
"No….no….." he moaned over and over again. "Pete….no…"
He began to cry, slamming his head back against the wall.
Would you tell me I was wrong? Would you help me understand? Are you looking down upon me, are you proud of who I am?
"I'm sorry Pete…god, please let him know I'm sorry "Bovver sobbed. It was over. Everything was over. His life, the GSE, everything. Bovver got up suddenly and walked over to his desk, took out a bottle of pills, and opened it. This is for you Pete he thought, putting each pill into his mouth. If Pete was dead, he wanted to be too.
Bovver walked unsteadily into his room and lay down on his bed. He felt tired. He closed his eyes and before he knew it he was asleep…forever.